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What a Natural; <Joe>
Topic Started: May 10 2017, 11:39 PM (29 Views)
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"The Goblin King is not amused by your song of whimsy! He uses his dark magic and curses you all..to dance!"

There's a collective groan from around the table as we fade in, panning around it to see a motley crew of familiar faces. Leslie Pearson, Mark Deveraux, presumably Jorge's holding the camera, Toby Bostock with a hooded cloak over him, and Joe Stanton are all sitting around a very obvious table top set-up. Each of them with a look of dismay over the event's that have transpired, minus Toby.

"Isn't there something we can do?!"

Leslie pleads with the DM, who strokes his chin as if it's in possession of a wizard like beard.

"Well..."

There's a sudden knock at a door off camera and Toby jumps up with delight.

"Pizza!"

Bostock exclaims, scurrying away from the table full of table top items and snacks, and cans of soda. Leslie stares after Toby, as if expecting him to shout out to her an answer. Jorge's hand appears from behind the camera, giving her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"First the blind samurai, now this..."

Sighing, Joe stares down at the little figurine representing the Goblin King. He takes a swig of his root beer and he shakes his head.

"And, I thought the showers after the show could be treacherous."

His joke gets a light laugh from those around the table, and Mark eyes over the champion.

"We should've known buttering up him wouldn't work. Unlike some people, the Goblin King doesn't over inflate his accomplishments."

The referee tries his own joke, nudging Joe in the side and Joe definitely gets what he's saying and he has a light laugh too. Leslie can't share in the laugh, looking between the two men for some help here. Picking up on her confusion, Mark leans a little over the table.

"Rob Garcia."

There's an "Oh" face that appears on Leslie, grimacing slightly at the mention of his name.

"I haven't had the pleasure personally. But I've certainly heard him whining and talking about how much of a big shot he is to Dr. Stevens. The doctor hasn't been amused."

Like smelling a nasty fart in the air, Leslie turns her nose up at the memory of just hearing Rob Garcia. Nodding, Mark offers a shrug to concede he can't imagine that's a fun time for anybody.

"Figure it's not much different for him with the rest of the Crew either."

Now it's Mark's turn to grimace at that thought, something about having to tend to Nathaniel Alexander's or Stephen Eversol's wounds isn't very appealing to him. Joe folds his arms and he leans back in his seat, thinking over what the other two have said.

"I don't know what to make of him. Dude's living on another planet as far as I can tell. Because he's definitely not on Earth."

Gradually his eyes widen when he reflects on Rob Garcia's actions and words since the two have crossed paths. There's some thinking in his voice that makes it sound like he isn't sure Rob's all there in the head. Glancing over at Mark, he looks to him to maybe help sort some things out.

"Like, he can't seriously believe all the horse crap he spews, can he? The year long reign of Freakshow, his spotless track record in his matches, being the leader of the Coulter Crew?"

The official has no answers for him, neither does Leslie when he looks her way and he looks back down at the board.

"Initially I saw a talent that was young and probably needed some advice with the way he's heading. I get it. To an extent."

Dipping his head to the side, he confesses the truth about how he could relate to Rob Garcia. Or, rookie Joe Stanton maybe could've. But grimaces when he admits he doesn't even think rookie him was to the levels of the Rising Champion.

"But all of this...the boasting, thinking he's owed another shot at the championship, the creepy behavior, the lack of researching his opponents. Anything short of what I intend to do to him on Friday would be letting him disrespect this company, both of our championships, and the fans. [size0]He's done enough disrespecting to last a life time..."

Still in disbelief over the entire fiasco, Joe stares straight ahead and he tries to make sense of the other champion's antics. Almost like he's trying to talk himself out of wanting to pound his face in.

" [size0] But come Friday you're gonna find out you don't know how to fight..."

Scoffing, Joe's right fist tightens upon him reciting what Rob said about him. As if instinctively itching for a chance to claim his jaw.

"And, he's encouraging Noon to keep hanging around."

Trying to lighten the mood, Mark brings that up and gets a shudder out of Leslie. By the look on her face at the mention of him, she's not a Jeff Noon fan.

"Seriously? Why hasn't somebody banned that guy from our events already?"

Joe Stanton grows quiet while Leslie and Mark, and Jorge all nod in agreement over the banning of Jeff Noon needing to be a thing yesterday. Picking up the di, he rolls and he gets up from the table just as Toby returns with several boxes of pizza.

"Sorry! Pizza dude recognized me and wanted to talk wrestling!"

Toby tries to quickly apologize about, though given his excited nature he totally was all about. Rising from his seat, Joe makes his way around the table and he pats Toby on the shoulder.

"Tried to attack the Goblin King, rolled a one though. Sorry, folks, I got to jet."

Everyone tries to say their goodbyes to Joe, but he's gone swiftly. Shrugging it off, Mark and Leslie start digging into the pizza when they notice Toby's staring at the di that's sitting on the table with his eyes bugging out of his eye.

"Toby, what's up?"

The question hangs in the air till Toby practically shouts and makes everyone around the table jump!

"He rolled a twenty!"
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